forgot to charge your headphones didnt you lass. a fate worse than death. when you die and go to hell every second will feel like this moment

when I say "I'm busy writing today" this is what I mean

over the garden wall 🍂

so I heard listing stuff related to your interests is appropriate here. let's try this

- manmade horrors beyond comprehension
- existential dread
- that feeling that something, not someone, is watching you
- apocalyptic visions
- that one cryptid that leaves in an old tree nearby
- cocoa

god I love writing. I hate it. Why can’t it just write itself. i want to write forever. I never want to write again. I’m going to eat this script

"any plans this weekend?"

me: yep. big writing weekend ahead.

the writing weekend in question:

Here's some of the photos I took of the Auroras the other day :)

📷Sony A7 mkiii
📍Timber, OR

I'm born to yap but forced to be mysterious about my lore/story because I want the audience to keep guessing or make theories

It's fun but also I'm GRIPPING my seat over here

me when im not drawing: man i wish i was drawing 😡

here's a cinema witchy 🎞📽✨